I’m walking on a tightrope

I’m sitting here in my bathrobe with a towel wrapped around my wet hair stealing a few moments to write these words that wouldn’t leave my head while I showered. And, oh my, my Friday shower is a favorite thing as the house is quiet and it’s the only day of the week little people aren’t running in to ask me questions about outfits, lodge complaints about siblings or tell me the dog has eaten yet another loaf of bread from the pantry. These days have me balancing on a not-so-steady tightrope. The all-too-fast-passage of time and the guilt of … Read more…

Exciting News…

In case you missed it on my Facebook Author page, my publisher has decided to turn Tripped Up Love into an audio book. I’m all kinds of excited about it and cannot wait to hear someone narrating my words. I’ve got something else in the works too that I hope to be able to tell you about soon…until then I’ll get back to editing Mapping Magic and cleaning my house.

I’ll keep him

Another week, another set of birthdays in the Farley house. Eva, the one I can’t stop worrying about, turned eleven today and Justin turned forty-four. Imagine if I had held on to the twins for a little less than two weeks? It could have been four Farley birthdays on one day. Eva was so hellbent on arriving on her Daddy’s birthday there wasn’t even time for an epidural. And after today, I know why she couldn’t wait to meet him. (Truthfully, I’ve known for a lot longer but I was simply reminded again today.) We try to have lunch with … Read more…

another day, another worry

i’ve got myself all wrapped up in worrying about my kids again…well, today it’s just one kid in particular. i’m happy to report alex’s driving has improved, slightly, and i was able to remove my hands from the armrest for several moments as he drove around the neighborhood. since my mind eased up on the alex driving drama, i suppose i made room to stress about eva. she’s turning eleven in two days. eleven…i can’t wrap my mind around the fact that my fifty-three pound little girl is turning eleven and going to middle school. but see, i think she … Read more…

Fear

I thought my white knuckle moment was going to come next month as we fly to California. See, I hate to fly. I do it anyway but I loathe it. My dad thought my fear was due to a lack of understanding so he would educate me on the mechanics of flight but really…knowledge never seemed to help. There’s simply something about metal in the air that my brain doesn’t like. Yesterday I found something scarier than flying, driving with my son at the wheel. I’m not sure how we got to this point…him driving me…but it’s not my favorite … Read more…

8!

I can hardly believe they’ve been here for eight years. It seems like just yesterday that they were sleeping in the same crib. And eight years later they are more different than the same but their connection is fierce. They are loyal to each other. Their bodies still fit together when they curl up on the couch. And boy are they filled with a life and spirit that bubbles out of our house and fills us with unending joy…and words we never thought we’d say. I must be honest…I didn’t know they were missing from my life until they arrived … Read more…

Beginnings…

I like new beginnings…the start of a new year, the first day of summer, back-to-school, Lent and even the Chinese New Year. They’re times to reinvent yourself. To start over. Try something new. Listen to your heart and soul. Kick a bad habit. Start a new one. In theory I could do this on any random day of my choosing but I need the prompt of the calendar to force me to start. I’m spiritual but not good at organized religion. I believe in horoscopes, crystals, the power of reiki, and numbers but I also believe in prayer and the … Read more…

four is the new black

You’ve seen the posts making their way around Facebook, mothers with four children are less stressed than those with three. Cue the attempts at one lost child for mothers of three around the world as they grasp at ways to reduce the stress of their daily lives. And so begins another set of mommy wars with the different camps arguing over the coveted title of “Most Stressed Mom.” But let me give you my two cents…this mother of four doesn’t have time to be stressed. Well, that’s not 100% true. There’s always time to worry about meaningless things but I … Read more…

I heart winter

I know what you’re going to say…I know I’m writing these words from the comfort of my home not having shoveled snow for hours. It was 53 degrees here today and I’m not dealing with snow pants, searching for matching mittens or snow boots that fit. But I miss snow. I’m currently obsessed with winter and I just saw this image on Pinterest and it made me want to pack my bag and drive up to New England only stopping to pick up a pair of snowshoes on the way. Maybe I just like roaring fires, turtlenecks, and fleece-lined boots … Read more…

Motherhood gives me whiplash

Justin and Ethan left for basketball practice and Alex was hunkered down doing homework so the girls and I decided to run to Costco to find the necessities we didn’t need. We were cold and bundled up in our hats and cozy coats. We blasted the heat and Taylor Swift to warm up our toes and our souls. My girls, always listening and trying to figure out the world, questioned some of the lyrics to Blank Space. Eva wanted to know if boys really only wanted love if it was torture. Scores of my own mistakes flashed through my head … Read more…